Sunday, July 22, 2007

anniversary

It was twelve years ago yesterday when I married my husband (erm, my first husband).

It was seven years ago yesterday when I scattered his remains in the Atlantic Ocean.

I suppose people are right when they say it gets easier as the years pass, although I don't think it's as much that the pain subsides as it is that you become accustomed to it. It becomes as much a part of you as the love itself. Then one day you wake to discover, not that you miss them any less, not that it no longer hurts, but that you have accepted it and are simply all out of tears to shed.

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Yes, I get paid to be a writer and editor, but by no stretch of the imagination do I consider myself a literary genius nor do I intend this blog to be considered anything more than a catch-all for the crap that flies through my mind. That being said, readers should be warned that I generally don't bother to edit or even proof my ramblings. They simply surface and are posted, flaws and all. If I happen to read a post later and catch some blatant error, I may be inclined to correct it. My sincere apologies to those of you who are driven completely mad by poor grammar and careless typos!